"A Dream Girl" by Carl Sandburg

You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,A poise of the head no sculptor has caughtAnd nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,Your face in pass-and-repass of moodsAs many as skies in delicate changeOf cloud and blue and flimmering sun.

Yet,You may not come, O girl of a dream,We may but pass as the world goes byAnd take from a look of eyes into eyes,A film of hope and a memoried day.